Cathy Horyn has a piece up on the nyt that inspired me to purchase my second copy of Acne Paper. I bought my first issue when I lived in New Haven back in ’07, and since then I’ve been following the publication (and gorgeous design) online. Acne Paper is part of a larger enterprise, but it feels intimate in-hand. It’s sexy, but readers are left drooling over the photography and type treatment as much as the content itself. This season’s issue is devoted to eroticism and pleasure, and for ten well-spent dollars, it’s approaching the realm of cheap thrill.